To Kill or To Love You
Sofia’s POV
Blood smelled different when mixed with desperation, it clung to the air, thick like a metal. He was on his knees, coughing, one hand pressed against the blood blooming across his chest. The other stretched out toward me, trembling.
“Please… I have a daughter,” he gasped.
I scoffed, then moved close to him, I stood still, calm, my pistol levelled between his eyes. My heels clicked softly as I took a single step closer, enough to look him in the eye. I tilted my head, my voice like silk dragged across a blade.
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